HPL

That is not dead which can eternally lie. Yet with stranger eons even death can die.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slumber, watcher, till the spheres, Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv'd, and I return To the spot where now I burn. Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies; Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness: Only when my round is o'er Shall the past disturb thy door." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------